"ROOOOAAAARRRR" Dragons caused the very world to shake as they screamed across the skies. Flames scorched the battlefield as blood so thick it almost covered the entire surface, covered the land.
Corpses piled on both sides and were left behind as no one had time to spare.
It was but one of many places along the Eastern Wilds that marked off the buffer between the Fiend lands proper and the rest of the Divine Lands.
Small pockets might exist elsewhere but even Fiends had limited manpower and resources. No matter how long they lived, they could still be killed and thus never achieved victory by quantity alone.
The current forces were a mix of so many races that none could differentiate any segment but the sole exception were the Harmonic Dragons.
They were seemingly everywhere and their fire breath had brought them many victories in the last few centuries.
Sadly, they were all stuck at the Apprentice Tier.
